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chapter 20 | Yours

He holds his hands together and turns his head in my direction, without making eye contact but looking down at my thighs. "He fired me."

His answer shocks me and immediately fills me with guilt. "What? Why? Is it because of what I did—"

"No," he cuts me off and sets his eyes on mine, the emotions in them breaking my heart. "This is none of your fault. My boss told me to get on my knees and apologize to the guy who slapped you yesterday, and I refused to do it because, in no way, I will apologize for punching a guy who landed a hand on an innocent woman. So he tried a second time and threatened to fire me, but I refused again and made it clear I would never do that...so...I lost my job for defending a woman."

No matter what he says, I know this was caused by me, and I feel horrible for being so dumb and inept. I should have listened to him and not be there.

"But anyway, that's what I deserve for making you wear this dress just to give a good image in front of my co-workers," he puts the blame on himself and tells some stupidy. "I decided to wear that, so don't say that."

"But I should not even have talked about it or showed you," he continues to contradict me, and I sigh. "I'm sorry, Mister Jeon..."

"Don't be," he smiles at me, even though he must be in a horrible state inside. His wife cheats on him, he gets to know that the baby he thought to be his is another man's, and now he loses his job. I wish I could do something to help him, this hurts me a lot.

"I'm just gonna have to find a new job, and everything will be okay," he manages to be positive in a situation that does not make it easy to be. "And let's see the bright side of it, I get to spend more time with you now, so I'm fine."

"But we don't care about me. It's your job, your paycheck, how are you going to pay the bills now? If I didn't make this damn mistake—"

"Ugh," he emits a loud noise and stands up to interrupt me. "I'm going to take a shower. Take a break, I'll clean the rest of the house if you haven't done all the rooms yet," he leaves and does not listen to me anymore.

I freaking hate myself.

•••

12:05 pm.

I lay down on the sofa with Hyejoon in my arms and rest his small body on me, I press a kiss on his forehead and feed him.

Mister Jeon joins us only a few seconds after I started, so I look at him walk out of his bedroom in all black loungewear. He walks down the stairs, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos and tough arms. Once his feet land on the floor, he lays his eyes on me and comes closer, but even from where I am, I can discern the redness and puffiness of his eyes that expose what he tries to hide.

My heart is going to break into pieces until none is left. I swear.

"Hello, my baby," he leans towards us and speaks in a cute voice to his son, and he presses kiss on his forehead, retreats, but kisses my cheek when I did not expect to get one from him.

I avoid mentioning his eyes since I do not want to make him uncomfortable, and he gets comfy next to me, tucking his hands in his pockets but looking at his baby. "Have you eaten something?" he asks me, and I answer with the truth. "Not yet."

"Okay, I'm going to cook lunch then," he takes his phone out. "What do you crave?"

"Nothing special, but let me cook, you can feed Hyejoon instead," I attempt to not let him do any tasks, and he gazes down at him. "I feed him, but you stay with me. We'll cook together, okay?"